The richest man started taking advantage of loopholes after joining Alibaba.

September 13th, noon.

Xixi Park, smoking area.

The corner surrounded by a few camphor trees, usually crowded with programmers trying to relieve their anxiety, is now deserted.

Lin Che leaned against the railing, holding a cold Starbucks cup.

Just now, that black Passat passed by.

The car windows were tinted, but I remembered the license plate number clearly.

Li Mo's car.

At this time, instead of rushing to the cafeteria for food, they headed towards the north gate.

Once you exit through the north gate, there is only one main road leading to the west of the city.

"Old fox, you have a keen nose."

Lin Che crushed the paper cup and threw it into the trash can.

Several black scorch marks remain on the top of the bucket where the cigarette was extinguished, indicating that it had been forcefully pressed out.

Traces of anxiety.

Li Mo must have found something. Or perhaps he found nothing at all, which makes it even more suspicious.

For the compliance department, the biggest flaw is the absence of any loopholes.

We have to be quick.

It takes Li Mo about forty minutes to get to the west of the city.

The time difference between life and death.

hum-

I took out my phone, and the screen displayed "Fatty".

I didn't answer immediately.

I could see the front desk of the administration building in the distance through the gaps in the leaves.

The surveillance cameras there are pointing this way.

He turned to the side, using his back to block the camera, and swiped to answer the call.

"Activate Plan B."

The voice was lowered and carried on the wind.

"Take off that Alibaba T-shirt you're wearing. Throw everything with the company logo into the incinerator."

Wang Pangzi's frantic breathing could be heard from the other end of the phone.

"Brother Che, what happened?"

"The auditors are gone. Remember, from now on, you are Wang Defa, the boss of 'Weiguang Logistics'. I don't know you, and you don't know me."

Lin Che paused for a moment, his tone icy.

"Especially that warehouse receipt confirmation form that I signed. Burn it. Don't even leave the ashes."

hang up.

Take a deep breath and exhale all the stale air.

Li Mo was investigating "internal connections".

As long as physical contact is severed and no personal traces are found at the scene, this is normal business cooperation.

Even with strong suspicions, without evidence, the compliance department cannot take action against a high-performing contributor.

A gamble.

They're betting that Li Mo won't be caught red-handed.

November 13th, 12:30 PM.

West of the city, the office of Weiguang Logistics.

"Quickly! Everyone get moving!"

Fatty Wang sprang up from his chair like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

He ripped down the "Alibaba Strategic Partner" poster from the wall, crumpled it up, and stuffed it into a trash bag.

"Xiao Zhang! Put that Taobao plush toy away from your desk! Who gave you permission to put it there?"

"Old Liu! Has the computer been formatted? That folder with the private accounts, shred it! Physically shred it!"

Chaos erupted in the office.

The red light on the shredder is flashing wildly due to overheating.

The sound of machinery swallowing something, like some kind of countdown.

The draft paper with Lin Che's handwriting, meeting minutes, and sticky notes with phone numbers were all turned into tiny scraps of paper.

"Mr. Wang, what should we do with this contract?"

His subordinate held up the "Agency Operation Agreement" that he had snatched from Zhao Sihai.

Just as Fatty Wang was about to say "hide it," Lin Che's instructions flashed through his mind.

"Don't hide it! Put it in the most conspicuous place!"

That was a legitimate business contract.

Ironclad evidence of Weiguang Logistics' acquisition of the Chengxi branch.

If it's not released, it makes the company seem like an empty shell.

The goal is to show Li Mo that this is a truly predatory company, not a front for money laundering.

"Give me."

Fatty Wang snatched it away.

I picked up the half-empty cup of overnight tea from the table, and my hand trembled.

Splash!

Tea spilled on the cover, leaving a yellowish-brown tea stain.

The brand-new A4 paper instantly wrinkled, revealing a worn and cheap feel.

now it's right.

The documents a local business owner should have.

After doing all that, I rushed into the lounge.

When he came out again, he was wearing an old jacket with a greasy collar.

I deliberately tousled my hair and smeared some engine oil on my hands.

Standing in front of the mirror, I looked at the greasy, snobbish, nouveau riche-looking middle-aged man inside.

Take a deep breath.

Looking in the mirror, he cursed viciously:

"That P7 guy surnamed Lin, he's a real bastard..."

November 13, 1:15 PM.

A black Passat slowly pulled up at the entrance.

Li Mo didn't rush to get out of the car.

He sat in the driver's seat, rolled down the window, and lit a cigarette.

His gaze swept across the surroundings like a radar.

The entrance was filled with unloading trucks, creating a noisy, chaotic, and dusty scene.

Several shirtless stevedores sat on the steps eating boxed lunches.

By all accounts, it's a typical logistics point in a suburban area.

That's so true.

It's so real it's almost unreal.

He pushed open the door and got out of the car.

The leather shoes stepped on the loose soil and cement, instantly covered with a layer of gray-white.

"Who is it?"

Fatty Wang walked out with a half-smoked cigarette dangling from his mouth, a calculator in his hand, and an impatient look on his face.

Li Mo sized up the man in front of her.

Greasy jacket, messy hair, and black grime under his fingernails.

It matches the "Wang Defa" in the information perfectly.

"I am Li Mo."

Instead of an Alibaba employee badge, I handed over a business card from a regular consulting firm.

"I've been asked by the investors to conduct a simple due diligence. I heard your business has been doing quite well lately?"

"Due diligence?"

Fatty Wang took the business card, glanced at it, and casually stuffed it into his pocket.

"Another one from Alibaba? Are you guys ever going to stop?"

He handed a pack of Double Happiness cigarettes, which cost five yuan a pack, to Li Mo and shook out one.

"That guy surnamed Lin from last time just left, and another one's already showing up? What, you think the payments are too fast and want to find fault and deduct money?"

Li Mo did not accept the cigarette.

His gaze passed over Fatty Wang and fell into the office.

There sat a young man wearing glasses, huddled in front of a computer typing away, looking like a recent college graduate.

"Mr. Wang has misunderstood."

Li Mo remained calm and composed.

"I'm just curious, the system is pretty well-designed. I heard it can monitor the movement of goods throughout the city in real time? Which big company developed it?"

trap.

If it were developed by a large company, there would be purchasing records. If it were developed by themselves, given this local boss's skill level, it would be impossible.

"A big company?"

Fatty Wang chuckled and pointed to the young man in the corner.

"My nephew. He's a computer science major. School was on break, so I dragged him in as a volunteer. He just tinkered around with some random stuff; as long as it works, that's fine."

Li Mo walked over.

The young man nervously pushed up his glasses, his fingers frantically typing on the keyboard, the screen filled with gibberish.

Glance at the screen.

The interface is so rudimentary it looks like something from the last century; the buttons are all crooked, but the data is indeed jumping around.

"Mr. Wang."

Li Mo turned around and pointed to the contract on the table that was stained with tea.

"This agreement..."

"Oh, that one."

Fatty Wang walked over and casually wiped the water stains with his sleeve.

"We'll recruit that bastard Zhao Sihai from next door. These days, the big fish eat the small fish."

As he spoke, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Damn it, that P7 guy surnamed Lin is constantly pressuring me for this little bit of business! He keeps saying he'll dock my pay if I don't meet the targets. If it weren't for Alibaba's reputation, I would have quit long ago!"

Li Mo stared into Fatty Wang's eyes.

It only contains greed, discontent, and the shrewdness unique to ordinary people.

There was no fear.

It doesn't seem like acting.

If this is acting, this fat guy deserves an Oscar.

June 13th, 11 PM.

A black Passat drove out of the compound.

The carriage was quiet.

Li Mo opened the laptop in the passenger seat and pulled out a pen.

On the "Micro Light Logistics" page, there was a big question mark.

There are no problems on site.

The person is fine.

The logic is sound too.

A shrewd and capable local boss hired a relative with some technical skills, used ruthless means to acquire competitors, and secured a partnership with Alibaba.

Everything makes sense.

But something just doesn't feel right.

What a coincidence!

All the loopholes were plugged, as if someone had previewed the exam paper and made specific preparations for the checkpoints.

"The biggest problem is that we can't find the problem."

Close the notebook.

He took out his phone and sent a WeChat message to the finance department:

"Regarding the prepayment for Weiguang Logistics next quarter, I'll hold it for now. I need to review the process again."

As long as the money doesn't go out, the fox will eventually show its tail in hunger.

……

in the office.

Wang Pangzi watched the Passat disappear at the intersection, then collapsed onto the sofa as if he had collapsed from exhaustion.

"I'm gone."

He grabbed the Red Bull from the table, his hand trembling, and chugged half the bottle in one go.

"Brother Che, he doesn't seem to believe me completely. That look in his eyes just now gave me the creeps."

On the other end of the phone, Lin Che's voice remained calm.

"It's normal that he didn't believe it. If he believed it all, he wouldn't be Li Mo. As long as we don't catch anyone today, we've won."

"About the money..."

"Let him hold on. The more he holds on, the more anxious he is."

hang up.

Just as Fatty Wang was about to breathe a sigh of relief, the roar of an engine came from the doorway.

A black Audi A6, exuding an air of arrogance, was parked across the entrance of Weiguang Logistics.

The car door opened.

Several middle-aged men in suits and carrying briefcases got off the plane.

His tie was tied meticulously, and his eyes revealed a fierce determination.

People from the headquarters of Tongda Group.

The tiger was just driven away through the front gate when a pack of wolves entered through the back.